iNsPirEd

Being an artist isn't easy. Days come and go where I feel drained. Uninspired. Not creative by any sort. I could wake up ready to design, and by the time I get to work, the creativity has left the building. But there is a vast difference between being inspired to do what I do for a living (in the office), and being inspired to paint.

So then a day like today happens. When all I want to do is paint. It's all I can think about. I envision my blank canvas and what I want to paint on it. I think of the colors I want to use...the colors I need to buy. Yet here I sit. Trapped at my desk. And the clock here ticks slowly by if it's even ticking at all. Painting is a release for me. An outlet. A place to go where I can just be me and no one passes judgement. But here I sit, stuck as work. The inspiration to paint, that has been basically non-existent lately, eagerly awaits the clock to strike 5, like an anxious middle schooler on the last day of school before summer break. The bell cannot ring quick enough.

I'm hoping this inspiration doesn't fade. I have a really cool idea about what I want to paint next!

Wonder What I'll Do Wrong Next Week

Lesson 1. Cotton is Rotten
- What do I do the 1st night of the group run? I wear a cotton t-shirt.

So I corrected my 1st mistake on the 2nd group run night. I didn't have an ounce of cotton on my body. I had new running shoes, a new shirt, my running jacket. I was set.

Lesson 2. Hydration is key. Drink water. Gatorade is the worst of electrolyte juices.

-What do I do on the 2nd might of the group run? I brought gatorade. Hrumph. I ended up setting it down and got as far away from the Gatorade as possible. I am hoping people forgot that I was the girl that brought it.

:( I'm THAT student.

Out of My Comfort Zone

So I have started this 10 week 5K training class. Wednesday and Saturday's are group runs and the other days of the week you're supposed to do either a run or a cross training activity. Last night was the 2nd group run I have attended. For those of you who know me (WELL) know that I am a shy person (unless alcohol is involved). Being that I am training for a 5K, alcohol is unfortunately not involved, therefore, making me shy. Meeting new people is way out of my comfort zone, especially when it comes to exercising.

Here are my exercising comfort zone rules.

1.) When I work out at a gym, I will not work out at your establishment anymore if you ask me if I need a personal trainer.
2.) If I catch any creep-o staring at me while I work out, I will not work out there anymore.
3.) Please don't talk to me when I am running on the treadmill, riding the bike, or any other time I am exerting a lot of energy.
4.) Talking to me while stretching. Please. No. That's just weird.

(if I know you on a personal level, these rules are subject to change)

So going to this group run twice a week is way out of my comfort zone...because people talk to me. We started our mile treck and I was in the "run" group which put me at the head of the group. The coach was asking us (while running) if during the week we ran with a buddy. I managed to blurt out, "No, I run alone." This prompted the lady next to me to start a full on get-to-know-me conversation. Really?

To be polite, I chatted, but there came a point in my run where I had to say..."Ok, I am slowing down now." Which sent her on her way. I have come to the conclusion that physically I am unable to run and hold a conversation at the same time. And it's not a blonde thing.

A case of the POX has struck

Information for all parent's thinking about getting the chicken pox vaccine for their children...umm, you're kids might still get chicken pox. How do I know this? Put an X on the front door, because the pox have struck my household. Nothing sucks worse than getting a shot knowing, eh, might not protect you from what you are trying to stay away from. Seems like a worthless amount of pain to endure for nothing.

This is the precise reason why I never get the flu shot. (ya, except for that one time when I was forced) THEY DON'T WORK PEOPLE!

A Sad Day For Corey Haim's Fans

RIP Corey Haim
I will remember you always!

Where Did The Time Go?

I ask the question because I am noticing that I haven't updated my blog in a while and it's almost the middle of March. The scientific answer would probably be, well, the earthquake in Chile took it away. (yep, 1.24 miliseconds off the day) But really, my answer is...I have no freaking clue.

But then I list out things I've done since I last updated.....

- Middle School Band concert
- Middle School Talent Show
- Traveled to Springfield, Mo to watch a rugby game
- Traveled to Super Walmart about 500 times (but you will NOT find me on peopleofwalmart.com)
- Hit up Dave and Busters for dinner and games to celebrate an honor roll acheivement
- Spent the afternoon in Forest Park watching another rugby game
- Sunday Photoshoot (this I could have done without)

In between those, there have been 11 year old mental breakdowns, Mom mental breakdowns, TV watching, snuggling, hugging, dog walking, and sleeping.

But I still am asking myself, "Where does the time go?"